Page 16 of Triple the Secrets
Fury chuckled. “You’re probably right. See you later, brother.” Rogue nodded, and bent back over the car.
Fury’s suggestion echoed in his mind for another fifteen minutes before he finally cursed, slammed the hood of the car, and then started closing up the shop. He wasn’t going to get shit done if he sat here and acted like a little bitch. He needed to go and talk to Scarlett and put this damn thing out of his mind.
He stalked to his bike, ignoring the curious gazes of his brothers. He didn’t owe them an explanation, and they could fuck off with their questions. He roared out of the compound and onto the main road, determined to get to Scarlett’s place, apologize, and then get back to the clubhouse.
He had very few scruples, but threatening women was one of them. Whatever was going on with her, she wasn’t the kind of woman to put a child in danger. He knew that, even by the few minutes he’d spent with her. She was warm and kind with the boys, and didn’t treat them like trash because they were biker’s kids. He’d seen it happen more than once, and while Gabe never said anything, he knew it was becoming a problem with some of the kids around town.
Kid could hold his own, but it shouldn’t be that way.
He needed to put this to rights, and then he needed to forget about her. The woman was already fucking with his head and that was not something he would allow. Women were not in the cards for him, at least not in the permanent sense. He was happy that Savage, Fury, and Steel found good women and had their own families, but that wasn’t what he wanted.
All he needed was his bike, the open road, and the club at his back. Nothing else mattered. Especially not a woman he barely knew.
When he finally pulled up in front of her house, he noted that the twins were outside on the front porch, looking like they were waiting for something or someone. When they saw him, they both tensed and frowned. He turned off his bike, climbed off, and headed up the front walkway towards them. Neither girl moved, but he could see that they were ready to spring into action at any moment.
“How’d you figure out where we lived?” one of the girls demanded, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Are you following us?” the other girl demanded.
“You always this suspicious?” he asked drily.
“Be kind of stupid not to be when a strange man comes riding up to our house like he owns the place,” the first girl returned coolly.
She had a point. “I’m here to talk to Scarlett. She around?”
“Why do you want to talk to her?” the second girl asked.
Rogue bit back a growl of annoyance at the constant questions. “Which one are you?” he asked the second girl.
Both girls smirked at him. “You really think we’re going to give you our names? You really are clueless,” the first one snickered.
“Already know your names from Gabe,” he returned patiently. “I want to know which one of you is Wren and which one of you is Winter.”
Both girls shared a quick glance. Obviously, they didn’t count on an eight-year-old spilling their names to the big bad biker. “I’m Winter, but everyone calls me Win,” the first one said easily.
“I’m Wren,” the second girl said.
If he hadn’t been watching them, he might have missed the glint in their eyes. “Nice try,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Let’s try that again.” He looked at the first girl. “Which one are you? Don’t bother lying,” he added quickly.
Both girls gave him impish grins. “You’ll never know if we’re lying, now will you?”
“Girls,” Scarlett’s voice said from the window behind them. She stood in the window, eyeing him warily, and dressed in a simple pale blue tank-top and denim cut off shorts. He couldn’t stop himself looking at the shapely length of her legs, or the way the fringe of her shorts rested high on her thighs. He wanted to growl at her for showing them off to everyone in that outfit, but managed to stop himself. What the hell was his problem? This woman wasn’t his.
“Got a minute?” he asked her instead.
She nodded quickly. “Girls, come in and get washed up for dinner. I’ll watch for the pizza.”
“And miss this? I don’t think so,” Wren—or at least he was pretty sure it was Wren—snorted.
“I’m sorry, I missed the part where that was a question,” Scarlett returned calmly, giving the girl a hard look.
“Come on,” Winter sighed. “I want to go to the movies later and we can’t if she’s in a pissy mood.”
Wren stood and pinned him with a hard look before the two girls headed inside and Scarlett stepped out, shutting the door behind her. She leaned back against it and just stared at him, waiting. He held her gaze, saying nothing, until she finally huffed out a breath. “Did you come here to stare at me or are you going to tell me what you want?” she asked sharply.
“Came to tell you that you have nothing to fear from me, even if that’s the impression I gave,” he finally said calmly. “I don’t hurt women, or kids, and I don’t like knowing I made you think I would. So now you know and we’re square.”
She stared at him in disbelief. “Wait a minute,” she sputtered out. “You came all this way to say you didn’t mean to threaten me and now you just assume all is peachy keen?”
